Just typing awayJust typing away by KaiVorail
The church clock strikes eight, so those villagers who are awake know without checking that it is six. A cock crows. A body lies across the doorstep of the church, a line of crumb-carrying ants marches across the fedora covering its face. There is a serene, momentary quiet after the chimes cease. A figure glides past the church wall, before the silence is cracked by baby crying.
Silence is broken in a small household down the street as a baby cries after awaking from its slumber in need of nourishment leaning tiresomely against a broomstick from a hard nights work with no end to her torment the woman is dead to the world. In an instant her world is crushed again with a simple slip of her hand and she wakes to the cold kiss of the slate flooring holding her head in pain as she struggles to her feet only to find the baby nagging her for breakfast.
Sighing in grief she fixes the infant a warm bottle of milk taken from their very own cow in the dir
InspirationInspiration goes where nobody follows.Inspiration by Balthazorbaby
Inspiration dies, a thousand deaths before our hands.
We mourn for the faint glimpses of life,
Inspiration brings this beauty, a monarch butterfly before its pinned under glass.
To find the right words to say,
to find the right line in a portrait,
to print your words with flowing ink, every day,
is a quest.
a challenge that sometimes even the most desperate of hearts will never accomplish.
There is hope within these few moments,
Inspiration brings these, before they are lost.
Before the cosmos takes our genius and casts it into the wind,
such as the scattered ashes of a loved one.
Inspiration is epic.
A tale told of bravery, romance, sorrow, love and life.
Inspiration is bound,
a slave to our hearts, and to our mind.
Therein lies the most terrible of duels, the most epic of battles.
Neither one will ever win.
Inspiration is oxygen, needed not only to fuel the fire of your body,
but to spark a flame in
prometheus_cthis isn't the beginning of a new end or the fall of an old empire, but something entirely different. it's something a little like the quiet after a fight or the silence as a hundred people walk past you in a [lonely] crowded city. this is something like that.prometheus_c by Sepulchral-Roses
this is what it might feel like to become everything around you, to forget you exist. this is like realizing that it'll come back to haunt you, this is remembering you're not immortal. this is the few coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, and this is like the first time you tried a little, and you still fell. this is something like that.
but this is also like reaching the bottom of that ice-cream cone and being the first to get to the top of the jungle gym [but only to realize you can't get back down]. this is something like finding that even though you finished last, condolences are paid handsomely [by bright green eyes and a comforting hug]. this is something like that.
but sometimes, this isn't like any of tho
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